Lyrics The Real Sh!t (feat. Nebs) - Kerser feat. Nebs

VERSE 1- Kerser

Our pay, got it sittin' in a satty bag, me and nebs spendin' big
Yeah we happy lad
What you know about working on an album,
Watch it sell pop pills countin' thousands?
Put a bit aside for the boys on the inside,
Play the music over phones so they hear us spit rhymes
I went from Nautica to Gucci, you rap fake cause you saw it in a movie
We rap life straight street when we represent,
You ain't seen what we seen you ain't gettin' it
They used to laugh cause the brands was the no names,
Now I rock gold and designer got no shame
Toe tag body bag any competition,
Say you rootin bitches but ya fuckin' cock is missing
ABK that's the crew, that's the lifeline,
Ya hear a click click followed with a bye bye

Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz,
You hear our catalogue and ya thinkin' yeah that's sick,
Yeah that's sick, that's street, that's the real shit,
Yeah that's speech that beat ya I feel it X2

VERSE 2- Nebs

Kers n' Nebs kickin back on the lean, stackin' the green,
Slangin' crack to fiends smashing the scene uhh
No need for me to say who the winner is,
We made too much cash from these tracks, it's ridiculous
I'm lookin' at these other rappers tryin' not to laugh,
Popping xanny's in the studio I'm high as fuck!
Ya mrs heard my sexy voice on the nebulizer,
Now she is beggin' me and textin' me to get inside her
Coked up, I party keen on the party scene,
Even fuckin' Charlie Sheen said he can't compete
When it comes to beats, n-e-b is hard to beat,
Slurpin' on a cup of lean 'til my face is army green
This is the real shit, I'm ill wit I kill this,
You been doin' it for years and ya still shit
I made this beat and I hit the jackpot,
Nebs leavin all you rappers lookin' like wack gronks!

Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz,
You hear our catalogue and ya thinkin'
Yeah that's sick, yeah that's sick, that's street,
That's the real shit, yeah that's speech that beat ya I feel it X2

VERSE 3- Kerser
I gotta fetish yeah a fetish for the ashcay,
I blew up now a buncha fuckin' lads hate
I think they mad cause I brag about pay,
An they still pissed off on da back of the train
I'm in da club wit my crew, yeah we're easy to find,
Aussie rap needs balls, yeah leave it to I
Never ever hold a grudge cause we handle it quick,
I'm on stage ya mrs tryna' put her hand on my dick
Yeah this time around I be claimin' I'm king,
I keep it raw proper Australian, ya dig...
Fresh cunt, drip swag on ya new rugs,
Hypocrite when I tell ya not to do drugs
If I'm out than ya likely to see, my fuckin' eyes out my head
An' I'm grindin' my teeth
Kers and Nebs, KNR call it what you will,
And when nebs mixed this I was poppin' pills, for real!!!

Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz,
You hear our catalogue and ya thinkin' yeah that's sick,
Yeah that's sick, that's street, that's the real shit,
Yeah that's speech that beat ya I feel it X2

OUTRO
S C O T - Sickest Cunt Out There
NE to the motherfucking B's
This beat's (dope yeah) OR (is pumping)??? X2